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HOPE IS SHATTERED...
La esperanza se destruye
No amount of money can keep heartbreak away: Delia Yebarra learned that painful lesson after a boating tragedy ended her fairy-tale romance with Adan Bovia, a wealthy politician's son. But when she discovers she is carrying his child, Delia has no choice but to live under the watchful eye of Adan's powerful father, who blamed Delia for the deadly accident but soon puts her health and the safe delivery of his grandchild above his resentments. Or so Delia believed.
BUT LOVE BRINGS NEW LIFE...
Pero el amor sopla una nueva vida
For Adan's father intends to use his connections to blackmail Delia. A cruel nursemaid monitors her every move. And a manipulative schemer orchestrates a reunion with Delia's cousin Edward -- a visit with grave consequences. But after tiny Adan Jr. arrives, Delia is no longer fighting for herself but for everything she ever believed, back when she was a Mexican country girl. Can Delia recapture the innocence of her roots and make a bright future for her family?
face was just forming. “Don’t bring that stuff up here,” Señor Bovio told her sharply. “Find a place for it in the laundry closet. She will have new things, clean things only.” She nodded and hurried away, avoiding looking at me, which only made me feel more self-conscious. When would they stop treating me like some divinity descended from the clouds? “But that really is all I have, señor,” I said. “Mi tía Isabela took back what she had bought me.” He ignored me, closed the double doors, and
sure she had told him, as she had made sure to tell me, that the test could detect chromosomal disorders such as Down syndrome or the structural defect she had described earlier, spina bifida. Señor Bovio tried to be nonchalant when he asked me questions about my family, my relatives, but I knew why he was asking. “We have always been healthy people, señor. Anyone who died young in my family died because of an accident,” I said, making sure that Mrs. Newell clearly heard my answers. “Perhaps I
my stomach as I did. My whole body shook. I knew I was very awkward. I called to her again, but she didn’t stop, so I tried to go faster and faster. And then, suddenly, I felt a horribly sharp pain in my groin, a pain so sharp it stole away my breath. I gasped, paused, and looked down, because I felt something. There was a thin trickle of blood moving in small jerks and turns down the inside of my left leg. I screamed a scream louder than I thought possible. Mrs. Newell finally stopped and
was right, of course. I would just defeat myself by sulking and falling into deeper depressions. I returned to eating well and walking. Señor Bovio did not pressure me to sign the papers, however. They lay where I had first placed them. I was sure he felt so confident about it that he had no concern. What choice did I have? A week later, I actually seriously considered signing the papers. I was a young woman without any means. How could I battle such a rich and powerful man? The faster I got my
Delia?” she insisted. I nodded. “And another thing,” she said. “You’ll find that these boys just love talking about themselves. From minute one, they’ll be out to impress you and try to make you feel lucky they’re spending any time with you. If you like him well enough and want to be with him, give him the impression that he’s right. If you don’t, act bored.” “How do you know all this?” “Natural instincts. I was born girl-smart. My father says I even teased the doctor and wouldn’t cry until